That night, Chiang Qing and Bi Xiaojin sat silently facing each other, the window showing a full moon hanging high, its cold, clear light pouring onto the ground.
Bi Xiaojin hugged Chiang Qing from behind, holding her tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's not that I don't want to stay with you, but compared to losing my life and seeking revenge, I want more to be with you forever. I want to grow old with you, even if it means living a life of compromise and sneaking around, as long as we're together, that's enough! I don't wish for anything else, even if we never have a child, I'm willing, as long as you're here it's fine!"
Chiang Qing said nothing, only feeling a sudden wetness on her neck.
"Qingqing, isn't life the most important thing? We're alive, we can breathe, see the sun and moon; isn't it good to live in this world?" Bi Xiaojin continued.
Chiang Qing's tears fell too.
